Time to move on down the trail. First thing on our list was to visit Fruita, which was my hometown when I was six and seven years old. My grandmother, aunt and mom had a flower shop in this small town, so I have a soft spot for this little corner of Colorado. We drifted through town and had a nice lunch, even though the soda fountain was no longer there. Then we took a picture with the infamous Headless Chicken that supposedly lived for months without its head.
After my trip down memory lane, we went to Delta to look at the Baker house. It’s still there and is still painted the exact colors it was way back when. Which is kinda creepy really but makes it easy to find!! (By the way, it is NOT the picture below! ;o))
We were finally finished with all the nostalgia and it was time to put some miles behind us. We decided to take the Million Dollar Highway through Ouray, Durango and Silverton. It’s not the quickest highway in the world, but it is a beautiful drive through remarkable mountain country. There were zillions of abandoned mines and chutes and all kinds of mining junk scattered from one end of the highway to the other. We were up at 10,000 feet above sea level for most of the day. Gasping for breath.
One kinda ironic thing about the Million Dollar Highway is that they found no need to spend a dime on guardrails. Maybe they shoulda named it the White Knuckle Highway. Or maybe the Stay in Your Lane or Plunge to Your Death Highway.
Toward the end of our journey we passed a soda spring. It didn’t stink like Glenwood Springs, which was a plus.
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